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“I gotta stop and get some gas real quick. Is that cool? If you need to get home, I can just do it after I drop you off.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” I forced as smile as he turned into the gas station. He pulled up alongside the first pump and killed the engine before sliding out. I pulled out my phone as soon as he shut the door, hoping that there would be a notification from Gunner.
There wasn’t.
I dropped it on my lap, and it slid off onto the floor. “Ugh,” I grumbled as I leaned forward to grab it. Just as I did, I noticed a black wallet under the seat. I reached for it.
Robbie probably needs this?
However, the moment it flipped open, my stomach lurched. I recognized the face on the driver’s license…
Francis Wilden.
My hands shook as I sat up, and I glanced over my shoulder, noting that Robbie wasn’t anywhere that I could see him. I grabbed my phone, opened the camera, and snapped a picture of the wallet and I.D.
Then I sent it to Gunner.
I have no idea why I did that… I should’ve called the police. I should’ve jumped out of the truck and ran like fucking hell. Why? Because…
“What the hell are you doing?” Robbie demanded, appearing from nowhere, tearing the wallet off my lap.
“I just… I just found it under the seat.”
He jumped into the truck and started the engine. I instinctively reached for the door handle, but he locked it, stomping the gas forward.
Did he even get gas?
“Let me have your phone,” he growled as I turned back to face him.
I shook my head, my heart pounding in my ears. “No, no way.”
“Don’t be a fucking bitch, Hallie. Give me your phone.”
My eyes widened as Robbie’s face grew dark. I shifted to the far side of the seat, trying to put as much distance as I could between us. “No… I didn’t do anything—”
“Isawyou take a picture of Francis’s wallet. Give. Me. Your. Phone.Now.”
Before I could protest again, he lunged across, ripping it out of my hand. I cringed backward, noting the increase in speed—and the direction the truck was heading…
Which was out of town.
“Wow, should’ve known that you’d send it to your lover boy,” Robbie cackled. “You know that he killed him, right? I just dropped some of the evidence.”
“In your truck?” I fired off, not sure where the boost of courage was coming from. “That makes no sense.”
“I was helpingyouthe night Francis was killed.”
“You still could’ve done it.”
He burst into sadistic laughter that made me shudder. “You’re a smart woman, aren’t you? You know what happens to smart women when they find out things they shouldn’t?”
I pushed my back harder against the door. “I don’t—I don’t know.”
His eyes were nearly black as he met my gaze. “They end up dead in the desert.”
My chest tightened so much that it burned, and I struggled to get a breath. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“You already did.”
